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so what the fuck?
i am in a slashy mood. and i can't think of any slash to read. there is no more good nsync (sob), and, and, i exhausted highlander, star trek, and, apparently, star wars, and i've never even seen the sentinel and can i cry now? i haven't written anything for the fandoms that give a lot of feedback<--ie lotr. had forgotten how much nsyncdom tends to suck in comparison where feedback is concerned. have answered emails. have placated roommates, but am not entirely certain they're not still pissed at each other. have made tea, but not drunk it. have read new dom/billy only to tear out my hair when discovered ice lied and it is not truly finished, because what she calls a finished story is actually half of a story, the second half of it being given the misnomer of "sequel." halvetas ylva, baby. halvetas ylva.
in other news, have a headache, and my cute elfin wood sprite of a sister-baby-head was supposed to im with me today but she didn't. can i cry now? everyone is gone. and i got a b on my greek quiz, stupid fucking accents.
quiero exceder me, perseguir te, pretenderte, quiero amarte noche y dia, quiero gastarme la vida. why is it that shakira's old lyrics were better than her new ones? what happened to the cool metaphors??? and what is up with ff.net and why can't i get in?
<--not done whining, but running out of steam
<--[EDIT: but, wait! there's more! i have a hangnail, and did i mention that i skipped lunch, and that dinner upset my stomach, and that i haven't had icecream in two days? well, i haven't. also: got less than six hours of sleep. stayed up til 2 finishing the she-ra femmeslash, for which there is little possiblity of My Anti-Drug, otherwise known as feedback. you know, for some reason 80s cartoon femmeslash is not as popular as it should be. on the plus side, holls gave me a hug. *hugs back! mwah.* and kmazzy made me blush and scuffle my toe with her sweetness. thanks, guys.]
edit two: hey, psy, i love you too, and thanks, but lay off of my love slave!
in other news, have a headache, and my cute elfin wood sprite of a sister-baby-head was supposed to im with me today but she didn't. can i cry now? everyone is gone. and i got a b on my greek quiz, stupid fucking accents.
quiero exceder me, perseguir te, pretenderte, quiero amarte noche y dia, quiero gastarme la vida. why is it that shakira's old lyrics were better than her new ones? what happened to the cool metaphors??? and what is up with ff.net and why can't i get in?
<--not done whining, but running out of steam
<--[EDIT: but, wait! there's more! i have a hangnail, and did i mention that i skipped lunch, and that dinner upset my stomach, and that i haven't had icecream in two days? well, i haven't. also: got less than six hours of sleep. stayed up til 2 finishing the she-ra femmeslash, for which there is little possiblity of My Anti-Drug, otherwise known as feedback. you know, for some reason 80s cartoon femmeslash is not as popular as it should be. on the plus side, holls gave me a hug. *hugs back! mwah.* and kmazzy made me blush and scuffle my toe with her sweetness. thanks, guys.]
edit two: hey, psy, i love you too, and thanks, but lay off of my love slave!